Paint Brush Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
Paint Brush
We forget
We’re humans in disguise
We lust for angels
We lust for demons
We cannot exorcise the human inside.
We paint a layer of lies
No water can wash it off
Human doesn’t let paint spread
In the end humans peel paint off.
Some are left buried
With paint left unpeeled
The paint dries away
But human never dehydrates.
We may paint on thorns,
But flowers we remain inside.
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5/1/2024 4:31:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
But flowers we remain inside....waiting for to spring......wise poem......John